Translation:
Discourse over that ravishment, compounded with my eloquence,
Made a rival out of he, who used to be my confidant.
Oh Lord! Why would they imbibe so much in a stranger's gathering,
The limits of my endurance were put to the test today.

Translation:
The visible darkness of my home is intensified by the night of pain,
The only proof of dawn is but a candle which has already been spent.
There is no word of an encounter, nor the joy of beholding,
For an age now, there has been peace between sight and hearing.

Translation:
To whom can I even explain, the dark night of sepration,
What had I against death if only it did not come again and again.
Being so humiliated in death, why did I not drown instead,
Then there would be no funeral, no one required to mourn at my tomb.